Sometimes you can tell a lot about a place from its name, while others you end up walking away from with a killer pair of chinos but disappointingly few self-governed bananas. For a similarly confusing resto, check out Dumpling Cafe
Just opened on the edge of C'town, DC's slinging Taiwanese-skewed way- more-than-dumplings all through the night in a carpeted 65-seater sporting mirrored wood panel walls, a glowing blue fish tank, dangling chili peppers, and prominent sculptures like one of a steed from the Tang Dynasty, an epoch finally validated by China's looming space program. Exotic highlights include braised yellowfish simmered in sweet & sour, sauteed squid w/ pickled mustard greens, a pork intestine/blood pudding/stinky tofu clay pot, and sauteed pork with bitter melons, who're just upset by the proliferation of "unrealistic" plastic ones. Slightly more on-the-level's chili sauce'd razor clams w/ pork & chives; miniature balls of braised chicken; and julienned beef sauteed w/ mustard greens and served on a sheet of bean curd, which'll spoil them with comfort. Ensuring their name isn't a total lie, there's a healthy selection of steamed or fried dumplings, from beef w/ cabbage, to roast beef and scallion, to pork and leek, which, contrary to what its name suggests, most certainly won't end with you getting laid.